Trevor Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

Was he bigger than I view him to be? Beast Of New York City, that sounds fvcking scary. "Him.." Her eyes narrowed at the rich macho who now had many half-clad women rolling around him and his men, probably a welcome to the occasion. "That's Trevor. He is the man I talked about. A killer with no remorse. Fvck! I need to leave, he shouldn't see me around. Do you know a backdoor around here?" Everly hurried up the stairs with so much fear in her eyes and I followed quickly.

Gina breathed. "In the flesh, though given the current neighborhood vibe, probably not for long," Trevor panted, his shirt torn and his face covered in soot. He had a massive hunter’s crossbow slung over his shoulder. "We found the secret entrance through the cellars. The whole place is crawling with those red-eyed freaks!" "Where is Lyra?" Gina asked frantically.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

My phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out and look at it just before walking into the compound. Ghost: Here. She's asleep. I push my phone back into my pocket without responding. I had left Abby with Ghost since I was needed at church. Ghost wouldn't be the only brother missing today. Ghost was one of our prospects but was patched in a year ago. He's got some demons stronger than mine, but he's made amends with them. The kill with bare hands type of amends.

I nod and tell her about the cafe I’m going to this evening. “Great! I hope you get -” “Angel!” a guy shouts from behind her. It is Trevor. He's in his soccer uniform and looks to be quite desperate in his search for Celeste. There is a rolled-up white sheet in his right hand and a towel in the other. He jogs up to us, to Celeste precisely, and I see a dimple in his left cheek. “I’m glad that I found you.” Excuse me? Despite the odd vibes I am getting from this soccer player, Celeste seems strangely unfazed and returns his smile with one of her own. “What’s up, Trevor? Why have you been looking for me instead of practicing?”

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

“Unlike you three city boys.” “Fuck this shit,” Trevor slurred loudly. “Bruce, get out there and kick that thing’s ass so we can get going.” “Say what?” Bruce asked like Trevor had lost his mind, and he had. The bison turned to look at the head on. “You heard me,” Trevor slurred and took a sip of vodka. “I’m not going up against a buffalo or . . . bison . . . or whatever the hell that thing is!” Bruce shouted. “What do you think I am? An animal wrangler? A bouncer?”

As he began disassembling it and reached the motherboard, Luna, supposed to be off, suddenly grabbed his wrist. Trevor, wide-eyed, watched as the Shiny Egg's limbs stretched, transforming from a 1.2m dwarf to a normal adult height. Luna, with a twist of its mechanical arm, made the worker scream in pain. Trevor, utterly stunned, didn't even notice the water splashed on him. 'What on earth is that? A transformer?' In defense mode, Luna released the worker's hand, turned to Trevor, and moved toward him. Snatching the bottle from Trevor's hand, it crushed it with its mechanical fingers. Just as Luna was about to strike Trevor, he snapped out of it and fled.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!